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Amy had reached the furthest part of her trade route now. From now on she would be turning, going back to Anathema. The fact that she had a place to return to was strange for the merchant to consider. She'd grown used to constant movement. Having a place to return to was like being in Europe again, returning to the family home to share her spoils and tell of her success, listening to the failures and waiting for the chance to rise in rank.
Anathema wasn't her home, of course. She couldn't forget that. There was no one she could rely on but herself. If she rose in rank in Anathema it would be an accomplishment to tell her family, not something to share with the dark pack she now lived in. Turning away from those troublesome thoughts Amy lifted her head, calling for others to come and talk with her. She had learned a fair bit about their traditions and the like, understanding about their spirit beliefs now and how to be respectful. This would help her make a good deal.
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